I Read Constantly. If I Don't Have

Life Is A Disease.

The Characters That I Create Are Parts Of Myself And I Send Them On Little Missions To Find Out What I Don’t Know Yet.

If There Is Such A Thing As Sin In This World, I Think It Must Be Shutting Oneself Up Against Hope.

Who Wanted To Creep Along In Comfort When There Was One Chance In A Thousand Of Flying?

What Did A Few Ripples In The Flesh Matter When, All Too Soon, Now Or Later, That Flesh Would Be Making Its Return Journey To Dust?